Chapter 70 070 Mu Wuxian leaned forward, her fingertips gently stroking...
The Tianchi Sect has a total of 80,000 members. With Young Master Mu's decree issued, the atmosphere at the scene inevitably became somewhat solemn.
The mountain gate was majestic, usually shrouded in mist and ethereal atmosphere, but now Tianchi Sect was shrouded in deathly silence.
Eighty thousand disciples, dressed in uniform bluish-gray Daoist robes, stood densely packed on the platform, utterly silent, even their breathing seemed to tremble with cautious apprehension. In the center of the platform, two black-clad envoys stood side by side, expressionless, both wearing masks; Lin Lanyou was one of them.
It seems that the master has finally lost interest in the beautiful but vulgar Sect Leader Shen, so he removed his spies and no longer ordered Lin Lanyou to monitor her.
Mu Wuxian's forces are divided into "lines" and "severance".
The spies and clones scattered throughout the four borders were thus incorporated into the "thread".
The so-called "severance" refers to an assassin who purely engages in the business of killing people.
Lin Lanyou was given a gold medal by Mu Wuxian during this mission, which allowed her to command cultivators at the "Severance" level, and thus destroy the Tianchi Sect.
Lin Lanyou extended her palm, which was as smooth as jade, with a red string attached to it, from which hung a dark-colored token.
By issuing this decree, we are acting on the orders of Mu Wuxian, and using the power of the Cloud Palace to launch a campaign. Not to mention that the Heavenly Pool Sect is merely a third-level Heavenly Sect, even the Xie, Rong, and Ling families would tremble at its sight.
At this moment, Mu Wuxian's decree hung like a sword over their heads, and no one dared to disobey in the slightest. Among these disciples were many cultivators at the Jade Liquid Realm, and even four half-immortal cultivators.
Those few cultivators at the Half-Immortal realm would be powerful figures even in the Third Heaven, but before the name Mu Wuxian, they were all like frightened birds, lacking even the courage to look directly at the Envoy You. They spontaneously severed their sect bonds, and with a flicker of spiritual light at their fingertips, the sect ties that had lasted for many years vanished into nothingness. They lowered their heads, like lambs to the slaughter, and an eerie submissiveness permeated the entire Tianchi Sect.
"Line up according to the roster and verify the soul one by one."
The voice of the Netherworld Envoy, Leng Yu, was icy and emotionless, like the clash of metal and stone: "Anyone who indiscriminately kills the innocent or practices evil arts shall step forward to be punished, or may have their corpse left intact."
Of the two envoys, Leng Yu was more indifferent; even through the mask, her coldness was palpable.
The words fell silent, and no one responded. The disciples filed forward, allowing the soul threads flicked from the Ghost Envoy's fingertips to probe their brows, searching the secrets deep within their souls. Most merely trembled, their minds clear, showing no great evil, so the Ghost Envoy waved them aside to await their fate. But when the soul threads touched a middle-aged cultivator with a sallow complexion, the Ghost Envoy's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he coldly snorted, "How audacious! You think you can evade soul searching with some tricks?"
The soul threads tightened abruptly, and the middle-aged cultivator screamed as a wisp of his soul was forcibly ripped out and projected into the air. The scene depicted a remote village in the lower realm, engulfed in flames and flowing with blood—evidence of the man's past crimes of massacring the village and stealing souls to cultivate his evil arts. All of the village's hundred-plus inhabitants, the elderly, women, and children, perished; the scene was utterly horrific.
"Spare me! Messenger, spare me!"
The middle-aged cultivator collapsed to the ground, kowtowing repeatedly until his forehead bled profusely, showing none of the domineering and fierce nature he remembered.
With a blank expression, You Shi Leng Yu raised her hand, and a black aura shot straight at the middle-aged cultivator's crown. With a "poof," the cultivator's head exploded instantly, splattering red and white matter all over the ground. His body slumped down, lifeless.
The stench of blood permeated the platform, yet no one dared to utter a sound. Even a cough seemed too daunting for fear of disturbing the peace. The entire Tianchi Sect was so quiet that only the suppressed breathing of the disciples could be heard, an eeriness beyond words. In the Four Realms, which sect didn't revere the strong, its disciples proud and unyielding? But under Mu Wuxian's oppressive aura, all pride was crushed, leaving only pure fear.
Just then, a figure staggered onto the platform; it was Nan Yu. The golden seal on his neck was faintly burning, and the Gu worms inside him were restless, yet his expression was one of extreme resentment.
His wives and concubines also stood among the crowd, their faces pale and lacking their usual fawning and flattery towards Nan Yu. Each of them was calculating whether they could pass the soul test.
In this situation, with all these circumstances, it was as if Sect Leader Nan had been slapped hard several times.
"Young Master Mu is going too far!" Nan Yu roared, his spiritual power surging and his aura becoming extremely powerful.
But Leng Yu merely turned slightly to the side, not even glancing at him directly. The golden seal on Nan Yu's neck suddenly shone with a blinding red light, and the Gu worms inside his body instantly went out of control, frantically gnawing at his meridians and internal organs.
"ah--!"
A piercing scream echoed through the sky. Nan Yu's body visibly withered away, his skin clinging tightly to his bones. His eyes were wide open, filled with pain and resentment. He could clearly feel his heart being devoured by the Gu worms, the excruciating pain making him wish he were dead, yet he lacked even the strength to self-destruct his soul. Moments later, his body completely dissolved into a pool of blood, leaving only the golden seal on his neck, which vanished as a wisp of gold.
All the disciples were terrified by this scene, their bodies turning ice-cold. Many of them collapsed to the ground, their legs going weak. Ordinary Gu worms would naturally be difficult to kill Nan Yu, but if they were possessed by Young Master Mu's divine aura, even a half-immortal would be powerless to resist.
Dark clouds churned in the sky, and in a fleeting moment, it seemed as if a pair of enormous, blood-red eyes were fixed intently on everyone on the platform. Those eyes were devoid of any emotion, only pure indifference and oppressive power, as if a god were looking down upon ants, not allowing even the slightest thought of resistance to arise.
The two ghostly envoys remained expressionless, continuing the soul-examination process. Those found guilty of heinous acts were killed on the spot, their blood staining the bluestone slabs of the altar, yet no one dared utter a single complaint. Before Mu Wuxian's absolute power, any scheming or resistance seemed utterly laughable; the disciples of the four realms were ultimately nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.
Tears and blood flowed into streams, but the two ghostly envoys remained unmoved. Lin Lanyou was not exactly a bloodthirsty person, but at this moment she was self-righteous and did not feel there was anything wrong with it.
In the eyes of Mu Wuxian and his subordinates, their master was like a god, awe-inspiring and unapproachable.
Punishing the good and punishing the evil is the will of Heaven, and there must be no slightest disobedience.
Just like the changing of the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the inhumane places regard all things as straw dogs, yet they also have their own cold and detached charm, and the beauty of equality among all things.
The beauty of the infinite is breathtaking, dazzling and mesmerizing.
The Lord could have ordered all the cultivators of the "Severance" realm to come out and crush the Tianchi Sect in an instant.
But they were so long-winded, interrogating me one by one.
This act is called benevolence.
Therefore, this act of destroying the sect lasted for half a month. Only after the disciples had all dispersed and the branches and leaves of the Qiaoxin tree had withered away was it finally shattered by Lin Lanyou's single blow.
The Tianchi Sect, established for 1,542 years, comes to an end today.
From the moment Young Master Mu resolved to destroy the sect, a golden mark was implanted around the neck of each disciple. This mark, like a maggot clinging to the bone, was both repulsive and terrifying.
After each disciple successfully broke free of the contract and underwent a soul search, the brand finally detached from their neck, transforming into a golden ray and dissipating into the air. It was as if, from that moment on, they had finally escaped Mu Wuxian's soul-gazing gaze.
Seeing Nan Yu in such a miserable state, many people present felt uneasy and even hoped that it would be their turn soon so that they could escape.
When the entire Tianchi Sect dispersed, the eighty thousand golden rays converged into one, which was no more than the thickness of a hair.
A wisp of golden light flew to Mu Wuxian's palm, swirling around his finger and transforming into a ring, which Mu Wuxian's thumb gently brushed across.
What he was doing was perfectly justified, and given the vast difference in strength, everything proceeded smoothly and without any suspense. Therefore, it was extremely difficult for Mu Wuxian to show any obvious emotion.
Even though the four realms have now awakened their fear of Young Master Mu, Mu Wuxian doesn't think it's anything to be ashamed of.
Everything was taken for granted.
During the past two weeks, Shen Zhiwei listened to some gossip, but the Bixia Sect was busy again, so she didn't pay much attention.
After the beast tide in the second heaven, the situation changed drastically, which was the perfect time for her, the sect leader, to shine.
Within the secret realm, there is only one person who admires Wuxian.
When Shen Zhiwei has free time and her mind is restless, she will embroider. Now there is a piece of white silk stretched on the embroidery frame, on which half a magnolia is embroidered, not yet finished.
Mu Wuxian leaned forward and gently stroked it with her fingertips.
It felt as if it were touching a woman's delicate skin.
During this time together, the lines on his sleeves grew wildly, yet he restrained himself and never showed any interest in Shen Zhiwei.
It was as if it had merged with the restrictions left by Yin Wujiu. Without Shen Zhiwei's permission, not even a single hair on Shen Zhiwei's head could be moved.
A strange, uneasy feeling, unlike anything I'd experienced before, welled up inside me.
When that restlessness rose within him, he wished he could tear the Wolf Puppet into eight pieces.
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